December 14, 2019

Siri is my bitch

sensual cylindrical woman
wrapped tight in winterfresh fishnets
you domestic elongated donut
tail twisting tucked and
touching the hot socket
sapping electric life into
boomers and tweeters sliding
electron signal fingers on
copper coils pinching mics that
long for a loving “Hey, Siri”

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